[Future] The sword is not old

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I hurriedly looked for Wright's figure.

Finally found him in the sand dunes not far away.

His beautiful hilt was broken, the shell was covered with shocking scars, and the core circuit leaked out.

The wind and sand poured into the slit of the energy stone, and was bounced away by the tiny electric current.

"Hey, Wright? Wake up? Wright!"

A pea-sized spiritual consciousness woke up and kicked my ass.

"To shut up."

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Still the same unhappy tone.

Same wake up gas.

With short feet, I sat down beside him.

"Wright, where's the general?"

Xiaodouding's spiritual sense lowered his head.

"Sacrificed."

In the last moment of his life, the old man died standing up.

There are hundreds of blood holes on his body, but he still stands.

I was silent for a long time.

"What time is it now, how long have I been asleep..."

"In 2015 of the galaxy calendar, you have been dormant for a total of one year and seven months."

No wonder...

I smiled.

Half of the body was worn away...

"Hey, tell me, where have we fallen?"

"Death Star in the dry desert. Maybe some unknown nebula."

Wright's cold voice was emotionless.

I let out a long sigh.

"Sigh, such a romantic scene of death is missing a delicate scabbard sister..."

"Ah."

Wright seemed to sneer and stopped talking to me.

I slumped on the sand.

"Erwin wonders if he can find us? I should have strapped a locator on my body if I knew it earlier, and sent him the coordinates at any time."

Wright didn't reply, and the petite spiritual consciousness curled up.

The energy stone flickered on and off, and the light seemed to disappear at any moment.

"Hey, Wright."

Endless wind and sand swept across my blade, swallowing my consciousness bit by bit.

The raging extraterrestrial storm can easily destroy even metal.

"This is a whisper, don't tell anyone."

"It's been 3000 years. I climbed to the sky from the most ordinary knife, and fell down at the edge of the sky."

"I used to be dissatisfied with being a fruit knife, but now that I think about it, there's nothing wrong with it."

"After all, if you think about it..."

How lucky that a fruit knife can still experience such a magnificent life...

"I, the only thing I'm dissatisfied with..."

"In this desolate place, quietly... all alone... little by little... died..."

I was a little tired, and was about to close my spiritual consciousness, but suddenly I got a reply from Wright.

"You won't be alone."

He said.

The energy stone seems to be dyed a beautiful crimson.

"I will accompany you."

It blooms magnificently in the night sky, like the two brightest stars.

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"Fool."

This time it was my turn to blame him.

I poked at his spiritual sense, turned over and got into Wright's sword hilt.

His handle was broken, with a big hole missing, and it just fit.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep."

In my sleep, something seemed to touch my head.

"Good night, Voluz."

I answer.

"Wright..."

"Good night."

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Years later.

The old technician hasn't had any customers for a long time.

He described himself as the best technician on Frontier Star, and there was nothing he couldn't repair.

In the dust, a tall young man appeared.

He dropped a black sword.

"Can you fix it for me? These two swords."

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Old technician puts on glasses.

"It's been a long time, I'll do my best..."

The young man held a modified AWM-9038 laser sword, which was made by a female designer. The original version was hailed as the strongest laser sword in the universe. It was lost in the battle long ago and no longer exists.

This weapon seems to have been scrapped for a long time, and the electronic circuits are severely rusted.

The young man turned to leave, but was stopped by the old technician.

"Young man, there is only one handle here?"

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"No, master."

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, like two sapphires in the night sky.

He gently unscrewed the core part of the laser sword, and the energy stone inside had already lost its light.At the end of the possible holder, the self-destruction process was activated, but for some reason it failed.

The technician carefully checked the hilt of the sword, and a tiny grain of iron sand fell down.

One, two, followed by more.

The texture of this iron sand is not soft and delicate like ordinary gravel, but hard.

Stuck solidly at the core of the laser saber.

The young man seemed to show a nostalgic smile.

"Master, do you want to hear a story?"

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A story of laser swords and fruit knives.

A story that no one knows, but it really happened.

【THAN】

The author has something to say: end the flowering.

This article was written very hard, there are many immature places, and various aspects have been considered for a long time.

Stories of people, stories of inorganic beings, stories of wars.

There are many places to dig, but the writing is still very hasty.

The scary thing is that sometimes when I think of the pseudoscience I set up, I can't bear to look directly at it.

The power of the stellar explosion can melt the two knives directly, God damn can survive [OTZ

Please read this story as a light fairy tale before going to bed.

So far, to my few readers, thank you.

*The column has been locked by Jinjiang for the past few days, I really lost my temper, and I am sorry for disappearing from the world.